( august intro log )

[hownkai]

Who: Everyone
When: August 1st and on
Where: The Moira
What: New “guests” join the crew on their journey and implement some changes.
Warnings: None for now. Please label your content!

I N T R O L O G

old but unfamiliar faces "We sometimes encounter people, even perfect strangers, who begin to interest us at first sight, somehow suddenly, all at once." The Ingress has pulled you in. Your body experiences several sensations at once: being pushed forward as if a hand is resting on your back, momentary and startling blindness, a gentle ringing in your head. You have difficulty discerning whether it is hot or cold, but where you have been prodded is noticeably warmer than the rest of you. Some may suffer from dizziness while others are perfectly fine. Once equilibrium has been reestablished, you will notice you are standing on a long platform and that the room is filled with a soft cerulean light. It's slightly humid and dark despite the glow around you, and nothing is familiar. Shortly after, you are led out and toward the medbay. Inside this room, you are given a physical scan and offered a contract to sign that states you are now part of the crew of the Moira with a specific job. Any questions you might have would be answered in a straightforward manner as well as an explanation about how the Ingress, the thing that has pulled you onto the Moira, is broken and bringing people here unintentionally. This process also consists of a complete work-up of medical history and current health, and afterwards, you are given your MID, a device that is integrated into your hand or wrist with only the slightest pinch. From there, you are guided out of the medbay and to your living quarters. At first, this month seems no more unusual than the previous one for those who have been aboard the Moira for any amount of time. The crew who had landed on the slaver outpost were rescued, and with everyone aboard, the ship has pushed forward into the darker parts of the Runoff. Anyone arriving through the Ingress follows the same routine—moving from the Ingress room into the Medbay for their physical and contract before being assisted by seasoned crew members and helped to their assigned decks. But all familiar things must eventually come to an end: two final travelers come through the Ingress. The first, and most noticeable difference between them and all the others, is their clothing. Both are dressed in standard Moira uniforms, though they bear the insignia of one sharing the same rank as Captains Cúrre and Thán. After a moment to take in all the people on the platform ahead of them, one of the two latest arrivals approaches one of the Ingress panels and begins to manipulate the controls. The Ingress completely shuts down. Unlike before, however, there isn’t an imbalance felt across the ship; everything remains normal and stable. Utilizing the computer systems located in the Ingress room, they send out the following message to the crew via the MID: To all those aboard this vessel: I am Ira Phirun, assigned captain of the Moira. First Mate Egan and I will be commandeering all rights to the ship as soon as word is sent to those currently in charge. Expect a more detailed report as soon as all records and logs in Navigation have been reviewed by myself and the First Mate. All questions will be answered in a timely matter. For now, there will be no interruption of daily routine or reprimand if conduct among ranks is broken. Thanks for your time. Heading to Navigation, the Captain and First Mate, for seemingly unknown reasons, approach Navigator Manasseh and have her show them all records and logs of the Moira. Those working in Navigation when the Captain and First Mate arrive will see Mana greet them in a professional manner. Oddly, the Captain and First Mate act very familiar with the Navigator. They review all documents, but when they come upon news that the Ploiatos is on board, their mostly friendly demeanor shifts quickly. The Captain issues a sharp order, unintelligible to those who are close enough to overhear parts of their conversation, and without any warning at all, Mana loses consciousness and collapses right there on the bridge. Within minutes of this happening, the ship as a whole falls into a low power state with basic functions only. Mana’s MID alerts Medbay, and without hesitation, Captain Cúrre places her in cryo with strict orders to those who work there not to disturb the unit. As promised, the Captain and First Mate soon address the crew. ☄ lights down low The lighting has dimmed in all the rooms and halls, the normally crisp air that is pumped from the vents low, and all machines and tech are running at half-speed. These effects can be found throughout the ship. Water in the showers remain hot for only a few minutes before reverting to cold. Recreational equipment powers off not long after it has been turned on. The sanitation and water filtration systems require an hourly manual reboot, and all unused areas of the ship have no power allotted to them until a crew member steps inside. Even then, most functions are not optimal. It’s as if the Moira has been transformed into a dark house with only a candle flickering on the window sill. ☄ reuse & recycle The Captain and First Mate are quick to establish that this is a new regime and go about making the ship and its crew more efficient in the wake of their change in course and the low power state of the ship itself. This means they will systematically inspect each occupied barracks room and leave notes for what needs to be disposed of or stowed away. Unlike before, this is no longer a pleasure cruise, and each member of the crew is a guest on board; they will not tolerate useless clutter. Anything seen as unnecessary will be either placed into storage in the Cargo Bay or disposed of through the airlock. This new need for efficiency also extends to the need to conserve resources until they reach their destination. The showers are set to an automatic timer to minimize water waste. Those few minutes of hot water are all a crew member is now given. Meals are smaller, bordering on ration sizes, and luxuries are done away with entirely in order to preserve supplies so that the ship can go longer before needing to dock at a planet. ☄ new jobs, same faces The Captain and his First Mate, as expressed in their addressing of the Moira, explain that work efficiency is a priority. Applications for a head of the following departments will be accepted for a short period: Navigation, the Tower, Medbay, Defense, the Hold, Sanitation, Ingress work, and the Galley/Mess Hall. (Here.) After reviewing what they receive, one head of department will be chosen and tasked with helping crew find positions relevant to those departments and their own skillsets. They will be allowed to retain any positions that they held before that aren’t ship-functional jobs, but they will have to be done in leisure time. In two weeks time, they’ll be accepting department position applications which will be approved, and all those that do not apply will be assigned in accordance with their initial work application. They will also choose three individuals to act as guards of Ploiatos to ensure that there is a rotation available at all times. Will you choose to follow this new decision and promote yourself into a position of responsibility? Or will you simply wait for a reassignment?

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jean grey (x-men: apocalypse)

[greyate]

( mero deck/barracks )

[ Once she finds her way to the barracks she's been assigned, she spends a majority of the time just trying to get used to the new setting. It's very different from the mansion, obviously. There's also... a fish and hamster. Apparently she has a roommate. She finds the food and makes sure to feed one and then the other. She waits for any sign of her roommate but when it's nearing the end of... the day?? and Jean is ready to sleep and still no one.

She sleeps for maybe an hour or two. Weary from the day's events. But it doesn't last long. Whether it be some noise on the ship or just the uneasiness of being in a strange place getting to her, she lays awake in bed. Staring up at the dark ceiling. She had felt a buzz of minds when she made her way to the barracks. Had spent most of her time blocking out those minds out of respect -- and because letting too many in at once could be very bad for her and her mind.

Now, with more people asleep, she closes her eyes and slowly lowers her mental walls, reaching out to get a better feel of the people on board. Making sure the captains hadn't been lying to her when she first arrived had been more of a priority when she first arrived. Now, she wants to see what kind of people she'll be around for the foreseeable future. ]


( hallways )

[ Jean liked to think she was adaptable. Strong. That after everything she had been through up to this point, she could face anything. So far, she felt she was doing pretty well, all things considered.

But she was new to this ship. New to all of this. Trying to navigate through darkened hallways in a place she was unfamiliar with combined with blocking out people's mounting resentment, paranoia, and fear was a bit much. She has to stop walking at one point, leaning up against the wall and closing her eyes. She takes in a deep breath and lets it out. She repeats the process, trying to steady herself.

She needed to do this. Not enough resistance and she'll let too many minds in. Too much emotion let loose on her end and she could possibly damage the ship or hurt the crew. She really wished the Professor could be here with her. As it was, she felt a little like she was drifting in the ocean and being pulled further and further away from land. ]


( mess hall )

[ Her appetite comes and goes, still feeling a bit too tense to eat much. But considering the new rationing of food (at least she was told it was new), she makes it a point to not waste what she's given.

Still. She doesn't feel all that comfortable in the mess hall. She picks a table away from most of the crew, eats in silence, lost in her own thoughts. They usually turn back towards home, whether they saw her disappear in that flash of blue light. What they were doing right now. How much she misses being there with them already. ]


( gardens )

[ Jean hadn't really known what to think of being assigned the role of "Gardener". She wasn't exactly into it. Or had that much of a "green thumb". But growing crops on a ship seemed like an important job and she wasn't going to mess that up. Or try her best not to.

Once she found the place, she spends a few minutes just looking around, getting her bearings on where everything is, what everything is. After that, she pulls her hair back, gets on some gloves, grabs a bucket and proceeds to pull weeds where she finds them. Some come up easier than others and when they do, she tosses them into the bucket floating beside her. ]


( closed to peter )

[ cont. from here ]

[ Since she can feel him grow a little calmer, she gives him a softer, more genuine sort of smile, letting him go. It still hurts some but it's unrealistic for her to expect any different when he doesn't know her. She knows this.

She nods and looks down at the device on her wrist, ]

It says my barracks are on the Mero deck, #022. And that I'm to be working in the gardens and taking care of the plant-life on the ship.

[takeitslow]

Mero, huh? [He grins.] Just a few of doors down from me. I'm in ten. I'd say come knock whenever you need something, but I don't know who my new roommate is yet. Last one was a real asshole and if the new guy's the same, you're better off avoiding him.

[He starts walking, waving her to follow over his shoulder. At least he's going slow enough that he thinks his limp isn't so obvious and that she'll actually be able to follow. Friends in the future or not, he's not sure how she'd feel about a quick ride place to place.]

I'll show you to the gardens first, might as well start with something nice. I wonder if you'll be stuck with the kittens too? I mean, they're kind of half plant and they grow there. Everyone kind of takes care of them anyway, but you should totally ask about that.

[greyate]

[ She smirks some at that, ]

I could always mentally knock. That way I'll know if you're there are not. If you're okay with that.

[ Jean appreciates him slowing down for her. She's a bit too distracted to notice any limp just yet. Especially when he mentions... plant kittens? She'll blink at the back of his head before taking a few steps to catch up more. ]

Wait. Kittens? Half plant kittens?

Garden

[dust_of_life]

[The garden is Fatima's baby. She's been working there almost non-stop since she got the pilot up and running. And she resents the fact that her program might be in danger.

Resents it enormously.

So she's spending as much time as possible. But a girl has to sleep. And occasionally use the lukewarm shower.

She's just returning after a brief hiatus, high heels clacking on the floor. And then she spots a stranger. In her garden.

Okay, not her garden.

Except it's kinda her garden!]

Hey...are you lost?

[greyate]

[ Jean heard the clacking but thought it was just another person passing by. Like all the others. She's busy trying to pull a rather stubborn weed when she hears the voice, though. It's enough to startle her and the bucket drops to the floor. Almost.

She manages to stop it just before it hits. It seems like it sets itself down on the floor before she looks over at her. ]

No? I work here.

[ A beat, ]

I was assigned to work here.

Mero deck!

[seeingscarlet]

[There's a distinct blank space in the area her neighbors in Room 20 should be. They can pry her telepathic shielding away from Wanda's cold, dead fingers - it's the only way she can get any sleep at all in this place.

And then all of a sudden, there's red.

Wanda's stepped out of her room in the hopes that maybe a short walk will help calm her nerves. All the shielding in the world won't do anything about her own fears and worries. She's distracted, but if Jean decides to poke at Wanda's mind, she'll find it aware and cautious.]

[greyate]

[ Jean had noticed the emptiness but didn't think much of it. There were quite a few empty rooms, she was noticing. It's when she feels a sudden spike of worry - one nearby - that her mind goes towards it.

Her mind will brush against Wanda's, wanting to know if the person was in trouble or just... troubled. Like a lot of other crew members seemed to be.

However, when she does so, her eyes will shoot open and she pulls back. She can feel how that mind knows what she's doing, knows she's there. Which, honestly, shocks her. ]

Hallways

[fullcowl]

[Nervous as he is about suddenly being on a space ship, he does notice somebody in the distance leaning against the wall.

He's still a little nervous when he realizes the person he's coming closer to is a girl. But mostly he just seems concerned for her.]

E-Excuse me? Are you alright?

[greyate]

[ She had been so focused on trying to calm herself that she flinches a little at the sudden voice. Eyes open and looking over at someone who looks around her age.

Responding to the question almost seems like a belated sort of thing, nodding her head a little too earnestly and pushing away from the wall. ]

Yeah, I'm fine. Just--

[ She forces out a laugh, ]

I keep getting lost. It's hard to know where I'm going when it's so dark, you know?

mess hall

[psychobabblery]

[Poking at dubious looking food with a spork: the life, the times. Rose, for her part, does her fair share of moving the food around on the plate without actually eating it. A skill which takes a lifetime of lunch times to master. Of course, all that seems like a minor point considering... well, considering all the things worth an ellipses or two to think about. In an attempt to not think about them, or at least pretend she isn't, she's decided lunch would do just as well until she gets her hands on a few more books and, perhaps, a very large ball of yarn.]

If it's any consolation, they don't seem the type to poison us. [Well.] Deliberately, at least. [So, hello, have a lunch friend. For a given value of lunch, and a given value of friend.]

[greyate]

[ Jean looks up at the voice and recognizes Rose from their conversation after she first arrived. Her words are met with a smirk, ]

Of course not. They need people to run the ship, after all.

mero deck | eyyyy hallway neighbors :3

[ex_forcechoke292]

[One of many things Anakin has tried to do in the few days since getting brought back to the Moira after an extended stay on the now only-nearby slaving outpost in the Runoff, has been to grab at anything that feels even remotely normal. And with desperation setting in after that ordeal and the aftermath that has already followed, he even turns to meditation. The boring kind, sitting alone in the (relative) dark and quiet of his own room.

It's a focused exercise he's always tried too hard at and one that he fails because of too much focus, rather than not enough reasoning and contemplation. It's a struggle of constant reminders that thinking too much on clearing his mind does the exact opposite, and so he lets himself drift, thinking only on maintaining his breathing despite the pain in his ribs. Images pass by in that solitary darkness, his mind flitting from one event to another until they all blur together in a stream he pointedly ignores.

"Let them go," he can hear Yoda saying, and it's the one solid piece of advice he tries to maintain (at least in this). Thoughts are not something that can be lost, but this focus can be.

At first, he's grappling around in that solitude for nothing in particular. Reaching, vaguely, for familiarity: people, routine, and if he's lucky, whatever it is that's holding his friend's own powers hostage, though a long shot. What he finds instead is nothing of the sort. There's a presence here, one he doesn't recognize, probing just as insistently. It's a familiar mental push, but the light around it is all wrong. Strange.

His eyes shoot open in an instant. Is it possible there's another one of them on board, and he'd missed it entirely? That both Ahsoka and Obi-Wan had either both missed it too, or failed to make note? Perhaps, but unlikely.

He shrugs his robe on as he leaves his own room and tries to follow the faint, foreign signature of whoever (or whatever?) this presence is. It leads him down the quiet hallway, past several neighboring rooms, and then simply stops. He contemplates leaving then, dealing with this in the morning when this tomb of a barracks hallway can't be disturbed so easily, but what if he misses it (again)? What if he can't find it?

He knocks.]

[greyate]

[ Her eyes open when Anakin's does. She tries to retreat but it's hard to do so when she's so distracted by the fact someone else noticed her presence. People don't normally know unless... they are like her.

She sits up in her bed and pads over to the door in the dark. Should she? But then she feels the other walking towards her. A man.

She flinches away from the door when he knocks. Swallowing hard, heartbeat thudding in her eyes, she hopes she'll be quick enough to defend any attacks... Not that she can feel that from him. She felt his worry, his anxiety. But there's no maliciousness or anger coming from him.

Eventually, she opens her door a crack, peeking out at the person on the other side. She's not really sure what to say... She ends up going with the lame: ]

Hello?

hallways

[arcreact]

[ Tony's coming up the hallway around the time Jean has to pause to gather herself, and has no way of knowing what the problem is, only that there clearly is a problem. If he had to guess, it looks like a panic attack induced by being kidnapped onto a strange spaceship with a bunch of just-shy-of-crazy strangers, which, in his opinion, is perfectly reasonable. Been there, done that.

Jean might not notice him until he speaks up from somewhere behind her, giving her a level, assessing look. ]

Y'know, I hear saying the alphabet backwards helps. [ Except he's never been to therapy in his entire life, so: bullshit. ] ... Or maybe that's just for sobriety tests. Not sure.

[ At least this counts as a distraction? ]

[greyate]

[ She flinches slightly at the sudden voice, eyes opening and looking over at him. She swallows hard before leaving the wall, embarrassed to have been caught like that. But she forces something resembling an intelligent response. ]

I thought they made you walk along a straight line for that.

[ A quick brush against his mind and she knows he isn't a threat. If anything, she feels something resembling concern more than anything else. ]

mess hall;

[twelveminutesolder]

[ These meals were definitely not enough for someone with as high of a metabolism as he has. He can make due, of course--he'd been making due in Sokovia, even before his powers, giving Wanda extra food they stole or bought with meager sums during the particularly hard times.

He'd grown accustomed. Spoiled, he thinks, and he finishes his meal in record time, barely looking up. He's not exactly eating like a pig, but it's quick and hurried and he swears by the time he finishes the last of his unappealing gruel his stomach is still rumbling.

Sometimes being a speedster absolutely, positively sucks. He wrinkles his nose, mad at himself, and leans back in the mess hall to glance around, finally. It's mostly look at the crew and find familiar faces--he may be hungry but he can still be bored.

Red hair is something that catches his eye, and his wrinkled nose gives way to pursed lips and furrowed brows. New, he thinks, because he doesn't know him and he makes it his business to know--mainly sheer nosiness. ]

You know-- [ Pietro's accent is thick, his tone light ] --it's important to eat and clear your plate.

[greyate]

[ She looks up at the voice a fraction later, almost having not heard him. She looks up and meets his eyes before looking around her. Nope. He was talking to her.

Looking back at him, her fork finally stills, ]

I know.

[ She looks back down at it but can't really make herself eat it. ]

hallways

[caelus]

[ Jim was doing his self-appointed rounds when he came upon a young woman who seemed to be having some difficulty. Carefully, he approached her, making certain his steps weren't so soft that they weren't heard, and moved closer. ]

Excuse me. [ A beat, and he moves around, concern plain on his face as he waits for her to get her wits about her. ] Are you all right?

[greyate]

[ Her eyes shoot open at the sound of his voice and her breath comes out a little shaky, heart lurching in surprise. For all his care, Jean still hadn't been that focused on her surroundings. Raven would be pretty unhappy with her about that.

But she's pushing herself away from the wall and nodding, ]

Yeah, I'm fine.

[ She shrugs a little helplessly, hands going to her hips, ]

I just keep getting lost.

[ Which wasn't entirely untrue. ]

hallways

[mttbrandlegs]

[If she's not careful, Jean might pick up the emotions of a tall robot currently chatting up someone else. Or maybe she would take notice of how peppy and over the top his banter was, when compared to the inner consternation.

The feelings of uncertainty, depression, and self-doubt, and the thoughts that strayed to an uncomfortably dark place where everything was violent and red--

--Mettaton turns to look at the young girl, his eyebrow raising. It's a concerned expression, as this human appears as if she may faint. Finishing up his conversation (one he was only holding to be polite anyway), he moves closer to Jean.]

Sweetheart, maybe you should take a seat. Are you faint?

[A gloved hand reaches out to touch her shoulder, as if to stir Jean from her thoughts and assure that she would be alright.]

gardens

[ventifact]

[Even though she's still recovering from being captured on the slavers' outpost, Rey isn't about to sit in the medbay doing nothing. Idleness just isn't something she can abide. But her body is still in pain, so she figures that maybe sitting down for a spell won't be the end of the world. But she isn't going to do it surrounded by medical equipment and fussy doctors. Instead, she's settled herself in the gardens--and had promptly fallen asleep on the grass.

BB-9 had been keeping watch, and she beeps softly once she notices someone approaching. This is more than enough to wake Rey, who sits bolt-upright at the disturbance. Bleary-eyed, she lays a hand on the staff beside her--before realizing it's just a girl. Who seems to be pulling plants out of the dirt. She cocks her head to the side, squinting.]

What are you doing?

mero deck hallways??

[gentlemenpreferblondes]

[The dimmed lights hardly bothered J as she walks in the hallways, navigating with no problems. She had been on Moira more than 8 months now and it only makes sense that she's been able to memorise the whole map of the ship to her mind.

Right now, she's coming back from the Cargo Bay after picking up the mail delivery she gad gotten last month. She's carrying a huge cardboard box full of the glassware she requested for her little bar project. So no, it's not the lack of proper light that's bothering her but the fact that the box is heavy that's causing her troubles. She's breathing heavily and grunting as she enters the Mero Deck, feeling the sweat wet her back. However just as she's about to reach her room, her feet accidentally slips and makes her to lose her balance -- dropping the box from her hands. ]

hallway

[hyperkinesia]

[ The wave of new arrivals is nothing new to Bruce, and yet this time, everything feels different. With the Ingress being shut down, the changes in leadership, and the low power mode they're currently in, tension is running high and paranoia has risen to new levels. Bruce is no exception— in fact, being a man used to being paranoid more often than not, he was probably one of the first to jump onto that particular bandwagon, and he's likely among the ones freaking out the most.

Not that it shows. He does his best to keep going with his routine, which at the moment involves working around the power issues as much as it does helping new arrivals.

He's not sure if the girl is new or not, but he's inclined to say yes, simply because he's never seen her before. She doesn't seem to be doing too well either, and he approaches cautiously, lifting a hand up and speaking up so he doesn't spook her. Closer and closer he gets, and one thing she'll find is that his mind is blissfully silent. Or eerily silent, depends on how she wants to look at it. ]

Hey. Are you feeling alright? [ Glancing past her shoulder, he adds. ] Medbay's just down the hall, if you need it.

mero deck

[divagated]

[It was routine for Ahsoka to meditate before bed. This helped her clear her mind and sleep better, especially given how much had weighed on her mind since she arrived on the Moira.

But with new arrivals, and there being the slightest of chances that she might have missed someone from home, she knew focusing her mind would help bring them to her attention.

However, the mind she feels isn't one familiar in the slightest. It came to her, and besides that, it felt...different? She couldn't quite explain it. But what she did know was they were close.

She doesn't exactly want to start knocking on doors along Mero deck, but she does exit her room and move through the halls, trying to pinpoint where the mind was. Even if she didn't know them, they were another Jedi-- or Force user of some kind. That was excuse enough to find them.]

Hallways, sorry that this is a bit late :c

[notpatsy]

Hey, you okay?

[ Trish is pretty good at recognising the signs of someone feeling seriously overwhelmed, which is why she approaches Jean when she sees her.

Maybe she isn't really helping by intruding on this calming moment, but that's Trish for you, she's really bad at just leaving people alone if she thinks they need help. ]